Yield (Cal and Macy's Story 3)

Feels really fucking good as it ever so slowly inches inward, grazing against the skin covering my prostate. But then the sensation becomes more intense... it's feeling fuller, and I now understand that what is in me is a plug, flared wider near the base.

There's a sharp sting of pain as I stretch to take it, causing a groan to tear out of my chest, only to get stopped by the gag in my mouth. It's overall not too bad, and then my ring of muscles relax as it tapers again, indicating it's fully engaged. Macy gives a tiny pat to the flat surface, which moves it slightly inside me. My hips jerk against the sizzle of pleasure that slings through me.

I have a fucking butt plug in my ass.

Macy put a goddamn butt plug in me, and Jesus... it feels fucking amazing, and now, more than ever, I'm grateful for her kinky side.

Now... I really expect Macy to get back to sucking cock, but she scrambles from the bed, causing my right leg to drop to the mattress, which jostles the plug in me again. Damn, that feels good.

I'm only bewildered for a second, then her hands are grabbing my ankles and she's pulling my legs together. It makes the fullness inside my ass increase exponentially as my ass cheeks constrict inward, and then she's quickly tying more silk ties to bind my ankles together. I don't even think to try to deny her, because I'm still a little overwhelmed over what she's done to me so far.

Her soft footsteps come closer to me... around to the side of the bed. Macy crawls up, swings a leg over, and straddles me. She leans in and kisses my neck... open mouthed with a flick of her tongue. It's sweet and gentle, and then it's gone.

Because she's grabbing my cock in hand, bringing it right to her entrance, and then she's pushing down, surrounding me with tight, wet heat. She sinks down, all the way, and then grinds against me when she reaches the end. That pushes my ass into the mattress, causes friction against the plug.

"Nnnnnhhhh." I give a garbled moan into my mouth full of cotton.

Macy gives me no respite. She's immediately rising up and in my mind, I can envision the muscles contracting and releasing in her thighs as she fucks me. Rises up to the tip, slams back down... jams the plug against the surrounding tissues.

She's fierce in her fucking... riding me hard. I know I'm hitting her deep because she's immediately moaning. I don't feel her hands on me so in my mind, she's got them on her breasts, tweaking her nipples with her head thrown back in ecstasy. Macy bounces up and down on me viciously, the slide of my cock along her pussy, the plug almost seeming to thump inside of me.

It's just too fucking much.

My balls tingle. Pressure forms in my lower back. My ass cheeks squeeze hard, and my orgasm starts to bubble. I'm almost there--

Macy shrieks out into the silence, a long wailing, "Y-e-e-e-s-s-s-s..." and her pussy strangles my cock in a strong grip. I've watched her come so many times already that I don't need the visual to know. I know her neck muscles are elongated yet corded, her eyes are squeezed shut, and her mouth will be parted as she gasps for air.

And even as she's in the throes of her own passion, she never stops fucking me.

Not even for a moment.

And that is my undoing.

That she is still making this all about me. Even though her body is so sensitive to me, to our brand of fucking, and will usually erupt on a dime, she doesn't let it distract her from her main purpose of giving me the ride of my life.

She only gets to stroke me two more times before I make a feeble effort to thrust upward into her, which is impossible the way I'm tied, and then my cock is unloading. With every pump jetting into her pussy, my ass contracts around the plug, which in turn causes major tremors to erupt once again.

My groan is once again so muffled that the only way that Macy knows I'm coming is because of the tightening of my muscles and the warm liquid splashing against her insides.

Fuck... feels so good.

Having absolutely no control.

No ability to move, to see, or to even make dirty talk. I couldn't thrust my hips inside of her. I depended on her for every single bit of the pleasure I just received, and it fills me with immediate tenderness even as my cock is still pulsing inside of her.

I feel an undeniably deeper connection to Macy because she set about testing my trust in her. That means she wants my trust. She also set about making sure to rock my world, which means she cares. This was all about me, and for a self-proclaimed selfish bitch at times, Macy was unconditionally generous to my body.

Macy Carrington is changing in ways she never even dreamed.

I never even dreamed.

She collapses against me, her head thumping against my collarbone and making me wince. Her breath fans over me, and I can feel the mad gallop of my heart against her weight. We lay together, her utterly depleted, me still with no choice to but to hold my current position. Our breathing slows... calms to a normal rate, and still she just lies on top of me.

Finally, I hear her take in a deep breath and let out a gloriously sated sigh. I'm momentarily blinded as she pulls the tie from around my face, and once I'm able to blink away the harshness, I see Macy peering up at me. Her chin rests on my chest, my cock is still inside of her but rapidly softening, and I can even feel my semen starting to leak out and dribble down over my balls.

With what seems like great effort, she sits up on me and gently takes the t-shirt out of my mouth. I flex my jaw a few times side to side to work out the stiffness and roll my tongue a bit to produce some saliva.

Macy looks down at me expectantly while I still lay completely trussed up with a butt plug still lodged deep in my ass.

"Are you okay?" she asks... not quite hesitantly, but almost shyly.

I nod and because my throat is as dry as dust, I practically croak. "Yeah."

She stares at me, almost trying to judge the truth of my words. Her eyes flicker as they probe deeply, and after a moment, she seems satisfied. Her smile is warm and infectious and in a rare bout of spontaneous intimacy, she leans in and gives me a beautifully profound kiss filled with contentment.

As soon as her mouth is gone, though, she's scrambling off the bed, rounds the other side, and bends over. When she stands back up, I see the scissors in her hand. She immediately cuts the bindings around the hand that's closest to her, and then bends over the bed to reach my ankles. I get distracted a moment as her breasts sway with her movements, but then feel the cold steel against my skin as she slips it under the silk ties to cut my legs free. In just moments, she has the rest of my body free, and the moment I pull my arms inward, they immediately flush hot with blood, then start prickling as the feeling returns.

I gently pull my legs apart, trying not to jostle the plug. Now that I'm not in a haze of lust and raging hormones, it feels odd and intrusive.

As if sensing my discomfort, Macy walks to the end of the bed and as if she were nothing more than a medical clinician, she reaches between my legs and gently pulls it out of me. She gives me a wink and then tosses it on top of the pile of cut ties. "I'll handle that later," she says as she inclines her head to the discarded plug.

Macy then crawls up the bed and lies down beside me, her arms naturally wrapping around me, her head to my chest. My arms reciprocate, and I pull her in tight.

"You owe me new ties," I murmur before grazing my lips against her temple.

"I'll go shopping tomorrow," she says, nonplussed. "I'll even buy extras so I can do that again."

"I have rope if you want it," I tell her, and she chuckles deep in her throat.

We're silent, enjoying the peacefulness that comes after a mind-blowing orgasm. It's typically a time that Macy's defenses are at her lowest. While I know she won't give me much, I go ahead and ask for a little.

"Tell me something," I whisper to the air surrounding us. "Tell me something I don't know about you yet."

She hums low in her throat, indicating she's thinking about my request. As she smoothes her fingers tips over my ribs, she exhales softly and says, "At this moment... right this very moment... it's one of the happiest of my life so far."

I smile.

I mean, one of those smiles that actually starts from deep within you and then radiates outward. She can't see it with her head on my chest, but I know she'll hear it in my tone. "Yeah... that's about how I feel right at this moment too."

Chapter 7

From the Diary of Macy Carrington:

Dear Diary,